The Splinter Lodge

Some of the Lodge members are so upset at Red's leadership that they branch out and form a lodge of their own.

Cast (in order of Appearance):, , , , , ,

Segments: Red's Campfire Songs, The Possum Lodge Word Game, Handyman Corner, Red's Sage Advice, Adventures With Bill, Red's Advice To Teenagers, The Experts

DVD: Red Green: Stuffed and Mounted, Vol. 6; The Red Green Show – 1997 Season

DVD Commentary by Steve Smith
STEVE SMITH: The guy who plays Dalton Humphrey, a gentleman named Bob Bainborough, a real funny guy, he does some of the writing for the show as well. And I notice a real pattern in his writing. He always writes about a guy going away and spending a lot of time alone in a small space. The Handyman Corner in this episode is the one where we turn a freezer into a den, written by Bob Bainborough. I can show you 25 scripts from Bob, all on the same theme. Scary, huh?

Transcript
{A title appears reading, "The New Red Green Show'' is duct taped in front of a live studio audience". Duct tape sounds are heard in the background.}''

Intro
HAROLD GREEN: It's The New Red Green Show! {laughs} And now here's the man who loves all life, but the feeling's mutual, your hero, your host, my uncle, {pointing to Lodge front door} Red Green!

''{Red enters the Lodge and waves to everyone. The audience applauds. Harold makes wave motions with his hands and grooves a bit.}''

RED GREEN: All right, big, big week up at the Lodge this week. We're gonna have our second annual swamp-skiing competition. Yeah, the way that works is, we got a guy water-skiing, we go down to the boggy end of the lake there, and we crank the boat around and the guy fires into the swamp area there. And we just see him coming out the other side.

HAROLD GREEN: I don't know, Uncle Red. I don't think there's gonna be any swamp-skiing this year.

RED GREEN: Oh, really?

HAROLD GREEN: Oh, yes, yes. 'Cause you never go, do you? Oh, no, not you, you just sit in the back of the boat and laugh at everybody.

RED GREEN: {humored} C'mon, Harold, I just got a good sense of humor, that's all.

HAROLD GREEN: No, no, no, no, no. The guys say they're not going unless you go. 'Cause last year, everybody got all dragged through this smelly bog, y'know, and they got all whipped in the face by these sticks and bushes and twigs and stuff, {Red grins} and they got snapped out the other end. They had a face full of mud and a mouth full of algae. Took two weeks for the fat guys to pry the bulrushes out of their belly button.

RED GREEN: {laughing} I don't– I don't care what the whiners say, Harold. The swamp-skiing competition is a go, we've decided.

HAROLD GREEN: What do you mean, "we decided"? You decided!

RED GREEN: Well, the Lodge, we, me, it's all the same.

HAROLD GREEN: No, see, that's just it. No, it's not all the same. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. See, you gotta be careful not to force people into things that you want to do. Sometimes, you gotta give in to a higher authority.

RED GREEN: Not at the Lodge, Harold. I only do that at home. {turns and leaves}

Title sequence
''{"The New Red Green Show" intro plays. Cut to a scene inside the Lodge. Red, Harold and Hap are sitting around a table.}''

RED GREEN: {voiceover} Today's episode is all about escaping. We got Hap here, who escapes into his imagination.

''{Cut to a shot of Red and Bill, who sits on a tree branch, next to a deck of boards nailed to the branch. Red tosses up a hammer to Bill. It hits Bill on the head, knocking him out. He falls down, head-first, on the branch and then falls out of the tree, landing on Red.}''

RED GREEN: {voiceover} We got Bill, who escapes into a tree. Sometimes.

''{Cut to a shot of Red inside a freezer. He walks out of it and around to the side, where a water cooler and several tubes are mounted.}''

RED GREEN: {voiceover} And I'm escaping into a little freezer den. More about that later on.

Red's Campfire Song
{Red plays guitar while Harold accompanies him by banging on a metal bucket.}

RED GREEN:
 * Oh, you got your book, you hear the knock,
 * But you don't care, the door is locked.
 * Let them pound and yell and scream and shout.
 * You got what they want, you got what they need,
 * But you got there first with something to read,
 * And they'll just have to learn to do without.
 * The john is the only place where a man
 * Can put up his feet and turn on the fan
 * And read a book and know what it's actually about.
 * Oh, but don't let it go to the bitter end,
 * 'Cause every five minutes, you lose another friend,
 * And they'll be all be waiting to kill you when you finally come out.

Red's Sage Advice
RED GREEN: Wanna talk to you older guys about something you haven't done in a while: change. Eh? People say you're out of it, because, for the last twenty years, you've been dressing the same way, talking the same way, and thinking the same way. I say good for you! You stick with it! Somebody's gotta stand up for tradition. And hold firm, 'cause too much is changing! The phone rings weird now. Running shoes look like spaceships. Even the continents are shifting, but not you! You stick to your guns! You keep wearing those short-sleeve polyester dress shirts. You keep spouting your opinions to anyone who'll listen. Somebody's gotta preserve what's normal and sensible in this world. And who knows? Polyester might come back. Maybe your opinions'll catch on. People will think you're a genius. But so far, no change. Remember, I'm pulling for ya. We're all in this together.

Red's Advice To Teenagers
{Red walks around between two small wooden buildings outside the Lodge, wearing a yellow rain slicker.}

RED GREEN: I want to talk to you teenagers, because I know your parents are after you again to clean up your room. Huh? They're {makes "finger quotes"} "in your face", eh, as you would say. 'Cause that pile of laundry and junk food wrappers and comic books in the center of your room just developed a heartbeat. Or maybe a pair of your gym socks got together and had pups. {walks past a tree} Your dad, of course, is warning ya that that room proves you're headed for a life of total failure. And you're thinking, he would know. Hey, kids, instead of arguing with your parents, out-think them. It's a lot easier. Oh, yeah, tell them that the hottest field of science today is your chaos theory, and you're on your way to a Ph.D. Those aren't dust bunnies under the bed. Those are your prototypes of fuzzy logic and scuzzy drives. And that smell coming out of the closet? Why, that's your alternative fuel project, huh? It might save the ozone layer. Maybe not the earth's ozone layer, but at least the part over your laundry hamper. And the new antibiotics, they don't come from mold. So you're not a pig, you're a creative genius. I should know, I'm a regular Einstein myself. {walks off}